“Oh, fuck, Draven!” Clawing at my chest, her eyes roll to the back of her head in ecstasy. Her pussy clamps around my dick hard. She's close but holding back.
“Come on, Marnie, give it the fuck up!” I sit up, one hand on her back, the other pulling and twisting her pretty, elongated nipple, causing her to cry out. She's so damn close I can feel it. But then, so am I, and I'm not going to last much longer!
She rides me so fucking hard, grunting, scratching at me. “Draven!” She screams my name – and I do mean literally – the second my fingertip touches her asshole. “I'm coming!” She clutches my shoulders, her head tipped back, her beautiful body shaking with the power of her orgasm. I let out a roar of pleasure and shoot my seed deep inside of her. Who the fuck needs condoms? I already knocked her up, can't knock her up twice.
We sit holding each other for long moments, my cock still inside of her. It's taken that long for us both to come down from our orgasmic high, and it really was a high. I feel like I've taken a powerful fuckin' drug!
I spend long moments kissing the soft skin of Marnie's neck and shoulder, before I lift her by her waist off of me, my still semi-erect cock sliding out of her body. It isn't difficult for me to get hard right after coming, especially with this woman. I have an extremely high sex drive. Don't think she could keep up with me right now, not like she did that night, at least.
We both fall back against the pillows, and I can tell she's exhausted. Must be her pregnancy. That first night we were together she was like a damn nymph, she couldn't get enough of what I did to her. Marnie kept up with my sexual desires like no other woman ever has. I usually wear 'em out after a couple of orgasms. Not Marnie, she had more energy than I could've ever imagined.
Right now, she's lying on her back, me on mine, my arm around her shoulders, her head in the crack of my elbow, our hands entwined, both by her head and on her stomach.
“I think I'm going to like being your wife, Draven Vidal.”
“Yeah?” I smirk.
Took me a handful of weeks, but I knew I'd have her falling for me. Not that she'd admit it yet.
“Yeah.” She parrots back with a smile.
“Well,” I turn my head and kiss her perfect lips softly, “I know I'm gonna like being your husband.” If tonight is anything to go by at least. “Come now. Let's sleep.” She nods her head, turns on her side and cuddles up to me. I wrap my arms around Marnie and hold her tightly against my body where she's safe, where she'll always be safe.
There's no one on earth who will ever harm her again. Not without facing my wrath, and trust me, no fucker wants to face that. I won't just hurt the person who dares harm Marnie. I'll kill them slowly, painfully, torture them the old-fashioned way. They won't die quick and easy like Carlos and Louis.
I'm not a stupid man; I know there are rules that have to be followed. I know there are women out there who'll crack under pressure and give away secrets that could be used against me. But this woman in my arms right now would never betray me. Marnie took the torture and the pain those old pricks put her through, and she still made sure they knew she'd take those secrets to the grave. Not that she knows any secrets, but if she did, she'd never tell.
I'm pretty good at reading people. Always have been. This woman is strong, stronger than she believes she is. Strong enough to get through what the elders put her through. She means a lot to me, more than a lot, and I will not allow anyone to lay one finger on her again I'll end every last man or woman who thinks they can pull that shit and get away with it. I am the Don, and I rule the family.
Me. Not them.
They go against me again, and I'll end every last one of them!
Chapter Eleven
Marnie
I'm so nervous about this dinner with my sister and Hawk. I don't want Brooke to question me about anything. I just want her to see that I'm happy. After last night, that's just how I've felt all day, happy, and I haven't stopped smiling.
I didn't intend to have sex with Draven but lying beside him; I just couldn't stop myself. I woke up this morning to breakfast in bed, which shocked me. Who knew the Don was such a sweetheart? After breakfast, Draven and I showered together. It felt so good to feel his hands on my body as he washed me. Needless to say, it didn't take long before he spun me around and fucked me from behind. Who knew shower sex could be so passionate?
I've hummed to myself all day, I've even danced around the house getting things ready for later. I've set the table in the large dining room with all the fine china I found in Draven's storeroom. He has some beautiful belongings, many of them antiques. I've set the table fit for royalty, and I hope my sister appreciates the effort I've gone to.
Draven said he'd call someone in to cook for us, and even though I protested, he wouldn't have any of it. He told me that he didn't want me exhausting myself. He also told me that he’d have someone come in and fix the dining table, but I put my foot down. I had to do something myself.
I finish applying my nude lipstick, and then take a step back from the mirror and take a look at myself. Not bad if I do say so myself. The emerald evening dress I picked out of the fifty-odd dresses Draven bought me is not half bad. The man has some taste when it comes to the clothes he buys for me. Don't get me wrong, Draven doesn't force me to dress how he wants me to, and I can buy my own clothes. It's just that when I first moved in with him, I didn't have much with me, and as I need to look my best at all times in front of his men, Draven bought me a few things. Okay, he went over the top, and I did feel a little awkward taking stuff from him, but I loved him for it at the same time.
I am going to have to go shopping again soon though; my belly is getting bigger every day. I have no idea how much longer this stuff will fit me. The dress I'm wearing now is the only one enough around the stomach and doesn't make me look like a squashed lemon. I've tied my hair up in a chic ponytail that I've curled at the ends, I've also made sure my makeup is light but not pale. I'm blonde, and I don't want to look sick. I feel like a princess with my jewelry and perfume.
God, I feel so happy right now! I don't know how long the feeling will last, but I'm going to enjoy it while it does.
“Wow,” I turn to face Draven with a smile on my face. I've missed him while he's been at work. “You look amazing.”
“Oh, this old thing? I found it in the back of the closet.” I laugh when he raises his eyebrow.
“Come here,” I walk over to Draven, and he wraps his arms around my waist, I wrap mine around his neck, and I let him kiss me. “Have you been okay while I've been gone?”
“I've been just fine. I felt a little weird with Carmen and Faith in the kitchen half the day, though.”
Draven narrows his eyes. “Did they say something to you?”
“Nothing bad. They're really nice, actually.” Carmen is Draven's housekeeper, and Faith is her daughter, she's a chef. Funnily, she doesn't work for Draven at the restaurant though. I've met Carman before, but today was the first time I'd seen Faith. I like both women, so Draven has nothing to worry about. I guess I just wanted to cook dinner myself. I'm not sure I like being waited on all the time.
“Good, I'd hate to have to have words.”
I slap his chest. “Draven Vidal, you can't think the worst just because I felt a little awkward. It had nothing to do with anything those women did. To be honest, Carmen thinks a lot of you.” More than a lot. I sat in the kitchen earlier, watching the two of them cooking, and she told me all about Draven and how she's taken care of him for years. Carmen even knew Draven's mother, and she was here when Maria was a little girl. Carmen helped Draven take care of Maria, so why on this earth would he feel the need to get cross about her talking to me?
“Carmen is a good person. She was my mother’s friend. They had Faith and Maria within a month of each other. They are part of the family, but if you don't get along, then I'd have to let her go.” I want to protest because he cannot choose me over the woman who has been there for him since he was a child, but h
e cuts me off with a passionate kiss.
I slide my fingers into his hair and pull him closer to my body. I ache for him right now, but he pulls away with a smile on his face. “We need to stop.” I groan. “I would ravage you right now... God, you smell good,” I laugh because he's sniffing my neck like a vampire about to drink from his prey. “Unfortunately, we'll have guests very soon, and I need to shower.”
I kiss him softly, just because I can. I know we haven't officially stated what we are, but I think it's obvious. Plus, we're getting married, so it's pretty conclusive that we're more than just housemates. “I'll meet you in the dining room, which I decorated for dinner myself.”
“I've seen. It looks amazing, beautiful.” With one more kiss to my lips, Draven walks away from me.
Brooke will be here soon, and even though I know everything is perfect, I can't help thinking that I've forgotten something. I have pregnancy brain, and it's driving me crazy!
I push the thought out of my head and practically skip toward the front door when the bell rings. I squeal happily as Draven catches me around the waist before I make it there. He pulls me to him and kisses me. I laugh against his mouth. “I need to get the door.”
“Ignore it,” He mumbles around kisses to my lips. “They'll go away.”
“No, they won't.” I laugh. “It's just for a few hours, and then we can spend all night ravaging each other. This was your idea, remember?”
“Fine. Answer the door before your sister breaks it down.”